years, I have traveled to
Hillsville, Virginia. This is located in the lower part of the state not far
from the North Carolina line. When I was a small child we traveled with my
mother’s parents down to visit family. All of my mother’s parents are from down
in that area, and so are most of my father’s side.
When I was about six years old my mother’s parents bought a small
“cabin” down in Hillsville. It was located in a rural area on top of a hill with
a breathtaking view. I loved this little three room cabin. It wasn’t much, but
it was just for weekend trips or the occasional weeks’ vacation.
I remember, it was painted a medium green color nothing that stood out.
It was unfinished on the inside, the kitchen had a sink and a refrigerator, and
the bathroom has a shower, sink, and of course a toilet. Other than that, we had
cots to sleep on and a small television that didn’t pick up much.
I can remember one summer going for a weeks’ vacation with my family
and the only thing that we could get on the television were the Watergate
hearings. Boring! Anyway, there was a campground outside of town at the time it
was called R.J. Campground. Mom and Dad would take us there to swim in the pool,
and play on the waterslide they had. These are wonderful memories, and so many
times I wish I could go back to that time.
When I was twelve years old my grandparents moved down there, they were
living in Nottingham, Pa. they built a nice three bedroom rancher just down the
hill from the cabin, and then they sold the little cabin from my childhood. I go
back there in my memories often; those were wonderful and uncomplicated days for
In the past few years, both of my grandparents have passed away,
leaving a huge hole in my life. I miss them dearly just knowing they were there
was a wonderful feeling. The cabin is gone, and their house sits empty. It is a
lonely sight, one that leaves you with a sense of nostalgia and loss. I can
still see my grandfather standing in the door waving to us as we left for the